i cry for the stars hidden behind the city lights

one day,
i will shrink myself
small enough
to crawl into your heart and
remove all the darkness
that makes you
cut yourself out of your skin.

harvest sunshine from your soul
2. place it inside my heart
3. plant orchid seeds in my stomach
4. watch the rain from my mind fall down on the soil
5. grow flowers out of my fingertips

after we met,
flowers started growing
out of my hands.
my fingers stayed warm
under the patch of
yellow roses and daisies
you planted.
thorns defended my words
against harsh winds,
but no need to worry-
you always carry
a pair of hedge-cutters.

some have souls that
eminate rays of light,
sunshine pours out by the handful.
other souls drag rain clouds
behind them, leaving puddles
that soak the earth.
maybe it's time you start
surrounding yourself
with both souls,
take a bit from each,
and plant a garden
of baby's breath
in your own.

tear-stained walls
support my heavy head
until my brain turns to slime
from thinking too much.

i can't function until i know she's okay.